PPS to the 4th day

I know. You people are thinking I have too much time on my hands.

I can't sit still for one moment.

This mug speaks to me. And has inspired my to whine.

I know, I know, I hardly need inspiration

I just want a snack; I don't want to have to talk to you  - creeper in purple - in the kitchen.  I will seriously turn back around and try again 5 minutes later. Oh heavens - the elevator is the worst. If you get enough people in there, it's fine. People know to hold their convo or people are already talking. But if it's just you two?
worst-5-seconds-of-the-day.

Until I step into my car and grandma is turning the corner. Almost worse than the ones who slam on breaks at a green light to get over into a new lane or just because they are that freakin ridiculous.

Oh I want to kill them.

9 days

I feel obligated to do a count down, not because I want to waste away my single days, but just to enjoy every last bit of this blog.

You know what I wish? That I tried to be a nurse or at least take science classes. I am so one of those google self diagnose-ers, it's horrible. I wish I had some validity to my justifications. Whatever, I'll just say I'm right. I am now thinking I have allergies. I just have no idea what my body is freakin out at. The doxycycline I was on for 5 days? Perfume? Winter pollen? Not sure what else is new in my life.

Any way - when I'm not on a eye swelling/nose itching twitch - all is good. Work is throwing me a dinner party tonight at Maggianos (sp?). I'm actually very excited about the menu and I'm thinking I can taste it now. Eric is bailing for class. He knows I love being the center of attention. We're already one. I'm representing him at social functions. Great.

So on that note, I'll go for the food and casual conversation. I'm almost done reading The Help, okay not really. A 530 page book, two evenings and I'm only on page 204. Two evenings and Eric finished a 900 page book. He thinks/reads faster than I do. I tell him he has the gift of speed read. Good thing we'll know what we can still do when we're 80 and immobile. Eric will perfect tying knots in a circle. I'll read and tell him to put the rope down =) PS - It's a good story. PPS I'm not saying Eric would ever be suicidal nor would I make make light of a serious topic, okay I may do the latter.

And to that end! I will stop whining about all my imperfections.  Apparently it's really hard for me to focus on the things that are right. There are so many wrong things that preoccupy my mind. Maybe one day I'll do something about that =)

Love Always,
Kay

12 days

And does he have a wedding band? No, no he does not. However, two cheers for him because he finally figured out his ring size =)

So where do you find a cheap whatever ring that looks like a ring that doesn't fall off of dainty man fingers that you can get in store or made/shipped/received in 13 days?

I mean seriously . . . the only thing that is not an option right now is a ring pop because that's just too sticky. We do have some standards people. {he keeps insisting he won't wear it; I keep insisting he will; this is not a battle cause my word is gold - for real - white gold/titanium/or something strong - wear it, deal with it, it's happening}

PS - seeing my family and going through the temple with them and Eric was definitely one of the best experiences ever, not just "oh that was the best day" but it's a great feeling of a great beginning. And that's how I am going to explain it for those who ask "how did it go?"

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